Ark Undead

Everyone held their breath, speechless with astonishment at the magnificent swordsmanship of the two warriors in the arena.

I originally thought it would be just another simple clash of greatswords, like the previous battles. I never imagined it would be this exciting.

Both of them were masters of swordsmanship, making great swords appear as light as straight swords in their hands.

The light and agile movements of the body are combined with the heavy slashes.

And hidden within that deceptively heavy slash was a surprise attack centered on the left-hand dagger.

The Immortals, who admired the ancient heroes, drank wolf blood and gained immense power. They also observed the giant wolves in battle, which gradually evolved into this magnificent swordsmanship.

In reality, this sword technique is not just flashy; in actual battles, it is the Undead Legion members' ability to fight against multiple opponents.

The wide-range slashes, combined with the hook-shaped short sword in the left hand, can both disrupt the enemy's movements over a wide area and kill them ruthlessly.

In close combat, the dagger adds a touch of ruthlessness and agility that is almost unparalleled by the greatsword.

Each strike appears as if the user is being pulled along by the weight of the greatsword. But in reality, it is the result of perfect body control.

This is not just swordsmanship, but a sword dance of unparalleled elegance.

He transformed his killing intent into a beast-like fighting instinct, like an elegant white wolf walking on a knife's edge with its claws.

The bloodshot eyes radiated murderous intent, concealing sharp teeth beneath them; a moment's carelessness could mean instant death.

Even without standing in front of the two, all the warriors who witnessed this swordsmanship felt goosebumps rising on their skin.

If it were me, upon encountering this swordsmanship, I would be overwhelmed by its strange yet powerful and heavy strikes the moment I faced it, let alone parry it, or even be caught off guard and given an opening.

The two players on the field were evenly matched in their first exchange, displaying equally dazzling skills and a combination of boldness and meticulousness.

This exciting exchange almost made them forget all the battles they had previously considered entertaining.

How can those simple and brutal sword clashes compare to this sword dance duel where power and exquisite skill are both indispensable?!

Just as the audience had caught their breath, the two figures collided again.

The blades clashed, sparks flying, and the steel groaned in a deafening explosion.

It was like two ferocious giant wolves intertwining amidst growls and howls.

The struggle between their claws was so intense that they seemed to want to tear a piece of flesh from each other's bodies with their sharp teeth.

This is a duel between two warriors from the Age of Fire.

Unlike Ornstein, the Undead chose to fight using the swordsmanship of the Undead Legion.

This is a way of respecting them, and also a way of remembering our own past.

Few of the undead remembered from that journey. But the Undead Legion left an extremely deep mark on the hearts of the undead.

It has nothing to do with how powerful they are, but rather with their attitude of facing death and living life to the fullest, their fearless will to fight to the very last moment in the face of the abyss.

This is absolutely a respectable soldier.

Therefore, even the immortals should be respected in their own way!

boom!

Their left hands, each holding a dagger, collided simultaneously, causing both men to lean back a short distance.

A warrior capable of matching the Undead in strength and speed. Aside from Ornstein, no other Undead have been encountered.

Until today, I reunited with the Immortal Captain.

Wow!

The two men's greatswords tore through the breeze beside them as they simultaneously slashed at each other's heads.

After another evenly matched struggle, he spun around, bent down, and plunged the dagger in his left hand into the ground once more, causing his entire body to twist.

Each spinning slash fueled their fighting spirit even higher.

It was as if they had returned to the days of the past.

Those days spent honing my swordsmanship by cutting through grass and trees beside the Farron Fortress, those days spent on my journey toward my ideals.

Now, they have no more constraints. They are simply enjoying the battle.

There was no word between the two, but the weapons in their hands were their mouths, telling each other everything.

This is how soldiers communicate; it's their only channel to express their innermost feelings.

Every time the greatswords clashed, every time they twisted their bodies to dodge a slash, they became completely engrossed in the experience.

This is what battle itself looks like.

Before they knew it, the two had been locked in a fierce battle for several minutes, yet they still maintained a relatively stable balance.

Both swordsmen possessed exquisite skills, and these warriors, forged through countless trials, enjoyed the pleasure that the other brought them.

Suddenly, the captain flipped backward and landed gently on the ground.

At the same time, he moved his right hand to his side, stood with one foot in front of the other, and slowly squatted down.

With his left hand hidden in front of his chest, he silently gazed at the immortal before him.

Seeing this familiar scene before him, the Undead stood up straight and pointed his greatsword diagonally at the ground.

Suddenly, sparks began to hiss.

A ray of light appeared in this otherwise dim world.

The clear, pure flames gradually spread from the tips of the two greatswords towards the blades.

Their bodies appeared to be pulsating in the light of the flames.

The flames covered both greatswords simultaneously and began to spread gradually towards his body.

This is fire, the first flame that has not yet burned out, manifesting itself on them.

The Undead inherently possess the Primordial Flame; the flames within their bodies are genuine flames from the very beginning of the world.

As for the captain.

Don't forget, the Farron Undead Legion are watchers of the Abyss, and Lords of Cinder who have been burned but still retain their sanity.

They were the kings who continued the Age of Fire. Even as they stepped down from their thrones and descended back into the abyss, remnants of their burning essence remained within their bodies.

Their bodies endured boundless pain, dedicating their strength to the world. How could they not accept the world's gifts and this present?

Now, guided by the relics, the Undead Captain no longer fights the Undead with his burned remains.

Not only did his appearance return to normal, but his strength also returned to its peak.

Flames ignited from the wolf's blood, boiling within his surging fighting spirit.

Without a doubt, this is a true clash of titans.

The former Lord of Cinder, summoned by desire and the aura of his kind, reunited the souls that remained within the relics.

His enemy was the king who ended the world, and also the one who once hunted down his own kind.

He longed for this battle, not to wash away past humiliations, but to see this last surviving member of the team again.

Look at the undead now, is it still as calm and determined as when it hunted him?

As it turned out, he made the right bet.

The flames traced surging patterns on their armor.

The two simultaneously retracted the greatswords that had been swung to their sides and gripped them with both hands.

Step forward with your right foot, lower your upper body, place your hands to the sides of your face, and aim the sword tip at your opponent.

boom!

Flames erupted, and with a simultaneous burst of power from both legs, he charged forward with a mighty lunge.

Only a burning afterimage remained behind it; even the flames seemed to suffocate at this extreme speed.

When the blades collided, it was like lava crashing into a pool, splashing up countless tiny sparks.

Their figures resembled wild beasts engulfed in flames.

Only when wielding a greatsword can one see the cold, eerie sword light through the flames stripped from the blade by speed.

With each swing, fine flames fly from the sword, lingering in the air along the slash mark, leaving an arc-shaped ring of fire.

Flames became their cloaks, fangs clashed, and flames flew.

This noble battle was destined to be a fight to the death from the moment the two met.

The undead wielded the same greatsword as the captain, employing the same swordsmanship, and launched a fierce attack forward in unison with him.

The captain, not to be outdone, retreated only to launch an even more ferocious attack.

The two fought fiercely, neither retreating. Their ruthless and powerful combat skills and agile movements dazzled everyone.

Amidst the flames, it was as if the cold moonlight from the sky had swept down, flashing with agile and swift sword shadows.

Onstan stared in disbelief, finally witnessing a battle that had only existed in people's oral traditions.

The undead who entered Farron Keep became the last member of the Undead Legion, and with his sword, he became the hero who sent the overlord Wolnir to the abyss.

Those warriors who inherited the will of their old friend, swore to watch over the abyss, and used their own lives to seal the entrance to the abyss.

At some point, Onstan clenched his fist.

It's hard to say who he wants to win; he'd be happy for either side to win, but he also doesn't want to see either side lose.

But battles must eventually come to an end; a life-or-death duel always leaves behind victors and cold corpses.

The undead's attacks grew even more ferocious, and the magnificent sword dance was performed with effortless ease in his hands.

Under the undead's fierce attack, the captain's greatsword trembled slightly. Facing this slash coming from the side, the captain forced himself to take a step back.

It was this one step that allowed the Undead to find a weakness.

Seeing the captain take a step back, the Undead did not advance any further.

Instead, he pressed himself down on the spot, holding the sword in both hands and squatting slightly.

When the captain saw the Undead's movements, his blocking motion froze slightly.

Then, the immortal raised his sword over his head and leaped forward violently.

Carrying the power he had accumulated, the Undead retracted his body in mid-air and did a somersault.